All good things must come to an end.
Until I figure out a way to live in Europe.
I’m a firm believer in balance and enjoying life. Enjoying is just what we did in Greece. There were tons of good eats, alllll the drinks, and a nice break from the gym (though we walked a LOT). Vegas and I had a blast and soaked up every moment. Coming off of that I have no regrets, but feel ready to get back to a healthier diet.
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The hardest part about vacation is coming back home.
Not that San Diego sucks to come home to.
There’s just nothing like being in Olympia and running the length of the stadium where the greatest athletes ran in 776 BC. A stadium where women were once forbidden to be.
I’m sure they would have appreciated my #winning pose in front of the Temple of Zeus.
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I am back in the US.
Reluctantly.
Every time I go to Europe I cringe at the thought of coming home… not just because re-entering this country is a case study in an operations fail. 2 hours to get through customs to a connecting flight. Really?!
That said, Vegas and I are back in the States. We managed to eat our way through Greece first though! Some of it was a bit strange. Some meals were better than others. Overall, the experience and trying new things with Vegas (who still thinks I eat some weird shizz) was better than good.
Entire blocks of fresh feta came atop every Greek Salad.
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There are some meals you never forget.
And not just because you ave to take out a second mortgage to pay for them.
On our last night in Vegas we had the best meal. Nobu in Caesar’s Palace. It blows my mind that food so good exists inside a casino/hotel.
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I realize this is supposed to stay in Vegas.
And one or two incriminating pics definitely will…
Lucie, Vegas, and I had such an amazing time in Sin City sinning celebrating Lucie’s birthday. I can’t help but to share some of it. I think these pics (mostly) speak for themselves.
Blogger-appropriate road snacks.
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Driving across the US can be as entertaining as going to Europe.
Just in a more… American… way. Go ‘Merica.
If you’ve been following along, you know that Vegas and I picked up a hitchhiker at Graceland. The King himself.
The second day of our cross country move involved a trip to Graceland. How could we pass up the bobble head Elvis that would become the mascot for our journey? We also couldn’t pass up a grilled banana and peanut butter sandwich.
Lesson From Route 66: You don’t always be perfectly healthy. Live life. When in Rome, eat the greasy sandwich. Or whatever… you know what I mean.
He came with us to meet Heather in Little Rock, and he saw the house my dad grew up in in Conway. That night we rolled into Oklahoma City and crashed. Not literally – just in the bed. Who knew sitting all day could be so tiring?!
Lesson From Route 66: Picking up hitchhiker isn’t always a bad thing. And you’re never too old to play with dolls.
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Route 66 is known for strange.
I think we added to it.
Today Vegas and I are in Vegas. Then it’s off to our new home in San Diego! I can’t believe how fast the trip went by. It was so much fun to drive across the US seeing all the #strangebutgood sights.
Hopefully we’ll be getting settled in our place next week and things will return to “normal” here… but for now, here’s a bit of what’s been going down the hatch on Route 66.
Vanilla Frosting Combos (#trashybutgood) and almond M&Ms.
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We picked up an additional passenger.
He was begging to jump in the car with two women.
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